This morning, he takes me around on a little battery golf cart and shows me the rv sites, the tent sites, and the bathrooms we are to clean. It seems keeping the bathrooms clean is one of our most important jobs. I try to negotiate, saying I'll clean all the womyn's rooms, he can have the mens.
He refuses the deal - so I get one whole building, he gets another.
There are few people here, no tent campers but about 5 or 6 huge rv campers. Roy says they pretty much know each other and come here together every year, several times a year. We are not expecting many campers now, as it is almost November and the weather is changing.
It is actually my favorite time to camp, this fall and spring camping, when I can have the whole campground practically to myself.
The weather is great, not hot, not cold - the mornings start off wet as there is much condensation on the tall trees that drop moisture to the ground.
I am able to catch up on my blog (for this trip that is) and surf the web a little. This weekend should be busier.
Roy does mention the backwardness of the state of Alabama. I brace myself, curious to discover what he defines as 'backward'. He has told me he stays here with his 'brother' and as he is pushing 70, white, and in alabama, I'm wondering of 'brother' is a euphemism for 'lover'.
He tells me about the sheriffs department that comes thru here frequently during the summer. Roy tells me he's asked them if they really arrest someone for having one join in their possession, to which they respond affirmatively.
It's interesting that the first thing people seem to assume when they see me and my truck is that I am a druggie - which can't be farther from the truth. Even in Mexico, young people were often asking me if I smoked - and not cigarettes.
I'm not a druggie but I am equally adamantly standing for the legalization of drugs.